The window was sinking, and the autumn wind blew down the flowers and plants, blew away the leaves, and blew my long hair. In the interval between the cold windows of one person, I grabbed the long hair fluttering in the autumn wind, boredly tore the excess "branches" on it, and after inadvertently raising my head, I stopped what I was doing and turned my eyes to the big tree that had been swept away by the autumn wind, and the blond hair and corroded the waist, but still held high. Then I remembered the "Lide Shuren" he had read in our ears for three years, which was a concept that he had been practicing all his life.
During the meal, Lao Wu's "Lide Shuren" kept lingering in my ears, and through his voice, I remembered his former appearance: a black and bright hair, a few nasolabial folds lying between the eyebrows and eyes, a figure that was neither thin nor fat, and taught us to sing with his mouth wide open, and his movements were exaggerated but in place. I began to unconsciously hum Lao Wu's favorite song: "There are many stories in the small town, full of joy and joy..."On a whim, I asked my father if he remembered Mr. Wu, who loved this song the most, and I thought that he would passionately tell me how humorous, lovely, and great Mr. Wu was. I looked forward to his "speech" curiously, but in the end I only waited for a few ** that were handed to me by an old man with no hair, a pale face, and emaciated. Dad didn't speak, and I was silent, and the small bold words in the lower rows of ** were dazzling - the teacher with cancer needs help ......
Because of his kindness and humorous personality, we all call him Lao Wu, don't look at his age, he has a stronger innocence than us. He often boasted to us about how dark his own freshly dyed hair was, and he was often troubled by hair loss, but he was not pessimistic, he believed that the old would not go to the new, and even in the age of knowing his destiny, he still believed that he could still grow hair. Talking about hair, what impressed me the most was that he used his "Mediterranean" to successfully comfort a female classmate. Lao Wu looked at the girl who was cut into a mushroom head and cried with no sympathy, but envy, which made the girl feel surprised, she looked at Lao Wu who was pointing to her "Mediterranean" and looking at her "mushroom head" with tears in her eyes, and laughed all of a sudden. Old Wu's hair not only made him happy, but also comforted his students, even if one was because he was proud and the other was funny.
Dynamic Incentive Plan Lao Wu is a good teacher who loves his job and is also a mentor to my father and me, he has many underlying diseases, and needs to take drugs on time every day, which makes him very uncomfortable as a teacher, due to long-term medication, his voice is not as good as a year, but he never wanted to give up his teaching career, he dragged his hoarse voice to teach us to sing what he thinks is the best song in the world. Telling the moving stories in the songs, he enlightened me who was under pressure to study, and patiently paid attention to my emotions, my father often said that if there was no Lao Wu, there would be no current him, let alone me. When my father was a child, he got into a fight with someone, and his right eye was seriously injured. As his father, Lao Wu, who used to be the head teacher, took out most of his savings** Dad's eyes, and lived on his own until his father recovered. Lao Wu not only taught us those beautiful songs, but also taught us how to behave. Although he spoke the same truth every time, he also took the trouble to mention the three words "last", we would always say in unison: "Lide Shuren." ”
Two or three years have passed, Lao Wu's students are still spreading their leaves, and Lao Wu is already like the bare tree outside the window that day, stubbornly holding his head high and stubbornly alive, although he has endured all kinds of pain, but he has never wavered in his love, has never been negative and decadent, he has no hair that makes him proud, and he can't show off to us and show us like before. His appearance has changed, his demeanor has changed, his body shape has changed, the "Tales of a Small Town" that can be sung from his mouth has not changed, the virtue of virtue has not changed, his greatness and kindness have not changed, and his status as our most beloved teacher has not changed.
In the past, I hoped that Lao Wu would use his voice less, that he would teach us some pop songs, and that his hair would really grow. But now I only hope that Lao Wu is healthy and happy, that the future days will be full of good, and that he can teach more students to "establish morality and cultivate people".
That day I was nostalgic for the first time, I hope everything is the same, I only hope that we are still small trees, Lao Wu is still the big tree with lush leaves, I only hope that Lao Wu is still so majestic, so proud.